Gold Moon Lovers. Painting on canvas paper. Here is my Etsy shop:
https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/578950992/gold-moon-lovers?ref=shop_home_active_1
Anahita Water Goddess.
‘Drink from the well of yourself and begin again’. Charles Bukowski.
A signed, fine art giclee print of Anahita, Water Goddess, divinity of wisdom and fertility. From an original painting by me, artist Alice Mason. Professionally printed on satin archival thick paper/card and signed and dated by me.
This print is A4 in size, 8.5 inches by 11.5 inches or 22 cm by 29 cm. It will be extremely safely and securely packaged, floated on cardboard and cello wrapped, so that it arrives in perfect condition. Ready for framing.
https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/187900810/anahita-water-goddess?ref=pr_shop
Something that really resonates right now..
“Life is a repeated cycle of getting lost and then finding yourself again. There are many smaller cycles within that cycle where you get lost to a smaller degree and then remember yourself again. Sometimes you do it to yourself on purpose, consciously or unconsciously. Every time you get lost it is so that you can learn something or experience something from a different perspective.” Jay Woodman
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It was in my weakest moments
that I discovered inner-strength.
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It was after my sincere and heartfelt
confessions, I heard untold wisdom.
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It was when I professed my limitations,
I recognized the infinite depth within.
Throughout life and by
Love’s unseen hands,
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I am formed and informed and
reformed with each new understanding.
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We are illustrious Beings,
shaped by what we
have survived,
healed by our own hearts…
Crafted with care,
always in the making.
Susan Frybort.
Painting by me
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From Dreamwork with Toko-Pa
In this long dark, logic and plain sight are useless. You navigate by the diffuse and reflective attention of the moon and stars. Bringing a deep, penetrating silence to the knowing that lives in your bones, stirs in your womb and emanates from your dreams, you recognize that you are no longer who you used to be and not yet still who you will become. You are both, you are neither, you are perfectly between things.
Even if distantly and dimly at first, abilities you never had during the day are coming alive. Where you used to seek leadership outside yourself, now yours is the deciding voice. Fear is becoming your strange ally, as you learn to honour and cradle its soft underbelly. Instinct and the mystical pull of your feeling leads the way. You can sense the density of objects around you, hear the songs of stones and know things are coming even before they’ve left.
For you, brave pilgrim, I hold this lantern at the crossroads. While others are anxious to see you arrive, I praise your vast withstanding of the uncertainty from which all meaning is born. www.toko-pa.com
Painting by me : https://www.etsy.com/people/alicejuliet?ref=hdr_user_menu
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
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Mary Oliver.
Painting in my Etsy shop.
Mary Oliver.
Painting ‘Bloom Beautiful Ones’ by me.
Solstice Trees and Seas
This winter solstice feels calm, gentle and quite soothing. I walked out along the cliff path and decided that, in spite of a few party invitations, I would listen to my body/mind and seasonal rhythms and stay at home tonight. I need quiet, time for reflection and introspection, and think about the forthcoming year and embrace the longest night.
I am painting an illustration for a Canadian author depicting woodland at night with an owl in a tree. At the moment at night time, I hear lots of owls. They seem quite vociferous. Mid-winter is the perfect time to be painting owls and night trees with a full moon.
I noticed in my walk there was a deflated pink party balloon caught on the cliff’s edge, which was the perfect visual metaphor for my decision not to go partying tonight, (pictured below.) It’s interesting, when you pay attention, and slow down to the natural pulse of nature, how the universe reflects your thoughts back to you.
Tree Sister
Inspired by the wonderful TreeSisters, Women Seeding Change whose mission is reforestation and tree planting to combat climate change.
Original painting in my Etsy shop : https://www.etsy.com/listing/579954493/tree-sister?ref=listing_published_alert
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